DescriptionI am a lyricist who writes about love, loss, exile, eroticism and queerness. I am influenced by poetic songwriters such as Dylan, Cohen, Mitchell, Merchant – and generally folk and songwriter music. I work in individual song lyrics and song cycles. Songs are for me the most perfect artform, which allow the telling of a story in a flash. I am looking for a composer/musician, preferably for a long-term partnership.

Dreams & AmbitionsFind a long-time music collaborator to create beautiful songs together.

Use of AII write my lyrics entirely with fountain pen and paper. I use AI to generate music for my lyrics to create samples for others to listen to.

Lyrics

Genres: Indie, Rock, Folk, Singer-Songwriter

When the moon is hidden and the town’s asleep
She heads out to the woods till it’s tangled and deep
Lending her ear to the voice that’s never fake
Her limbs turn to lichen, her mind is a lake
There’s no use in looking for her hiding place 
She leaves no trace 

In an old world city she has you hunting for clues
By a secret door you spot her white tennis shoes
Down a ceiling beam dangle her ropes
To strangle your blues and stir up your hopes
Her whip makes no mark that her lips won’t erase
She leaves no trace 

Her father was a hunter, she was his only son
King of courtyard scuffles, handy with the gun
When her favourite hound got terminally ill
Dad said: keep your eyes open and your heart still
There is no pain that death won’t outpace
She leaves no trace

If you be her flower, she’ll guard you inside
Through petrified fields as the seasons collide
She will frown and see through you and pull you close
But you’d better not ask where she comes and she goes
Her heart is a hawk that doesn’t give chase
She leaves no trace

You might have met her on her morning walk
Single mother by choice, dislikes small talk
She teaches your kids, lives in the flat next door
Buys bell-bottom jeans at the local store
Sometimes the absolute wears a plain face
She leaves no trace 

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